Have you ever felt like your life is stuck in a revolving door,
Where everything is stagnant, motionless, while everyone else is at war,
A war where they strive for ambitions, dreams, hope and forever more,
While here I am standing motionless, with my feet glued to the floor.
Standing in this revolving door, I move back and forth and back again,
With a half hearted dream, I grew big, small and then big again,
Pretending life is progressing, and getting nowhere was the original plan,
As if I would ever be happy, ending precisely at the point where I began.
Where everything is stagnant, motionless, while everyone else is at war,
A war where they strive for ambitions, dreams, hope and forever more,
While here I am standing motionless, with my feet glued to the floor.
Standing in this revolving door, I move back and forth and back again,
With a half hearted dream, I grew big, small and then big again,
Pretending life is progressing, and getting nowhere was the original plan,
As if I would ever be happy, ending precisely at the point where I began.